The Sun
By the sun and it's brightness,
By the moon as it follows it.
By the day as it shows up brightness,
By the night that conceals the it.
By the heaven and Him Who built it,
By the earth and Him Who spread it.
By a soul and Him Who perfected him in proportion,
Then He showed him what is wrong and right.
Indeed, he succeeds who purifies his own self.
And indeed, he fails who corrupts his own self.
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